Showing posts with label #poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, June 04, 2016

Muhammad Ali, who riveted the world as 'The Greatest,' dies

Muhammad Ali, who riveted the world as 'The Greatest,' dies


Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see!" 


"I'm so mean I make medicine sick."


I don’t believe there was anyone from my era who didn’t love this man for his poetry and quick wit. I, who never liked watching sports, enjoyed watching this man spout out his rhymes relishing his braggadocio. His magnetism aroused something in most people, even captivated sportscaster, Howard Cosell. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on, before a fight, talking his talk. Ali will always hold a special place in the world for his antics, his beliefs, his soul and his personality. 

Ali is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.

Dead at 74 years old, after suffering with Parkinson's for many years, Ali accomplished many great things, including a personal visit to Saddam Hussain, where he convinced Saddam to let 15 American hostages go home along with Ali. He also refused to fight in the war and charges were brought against him for this. Ali said he had nothing against those Viet Cong! Later he was exonerated from these charges and permitted to fight again. Ali proceeded to fight and won back his title again. 

He was an amazing man and humanitarian which many people don't know! Ali received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Bush and the Presidential Citizens Medal from Clinton honoring Ali's social activism and activism for peace, and for being the most celebrated boxer in history. Ali will be remembered for being the "greatest" as well as for his promoting peace faithfully until the end! 

I celebrate a life well lived!



Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.



Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.





Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Dead Flowers

Dead Flowers
 

He carried me to the place of dead flowers
Where I spent my water for liquid gold
He tickled my clitoris with humming bird hands
I tasted curiosity; smell satiated me
Is that my worth, only dead flowers?


© Joy Leftow 1996

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Lost Love Song

Baby you’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good,
Baby you’re no good
You snore like a wild boar sleeping winter away
Eyes wide open, pretend you’re awake
Dirty little secrets tucked away
Hide behind waves of nausea
Send me off the deep end
While you snore away
Night and day, night and day, never awake
Snore day and night away
Pretend to be alive while I live the dream
Dream a little dream for me
Break my heart with your insistent sleep
Away your life in a misty gleeful mess
Liking life on the edge
The very thought of you makes me cringe
Life on the edge while searching for a way to hedge
climb the ledge to a new nice ice way
while climatic shards whip my heart into shape
The very thought of you
Brings me to the edge
Breaking up is hard to do

Ah, Ah Ah, Ah Yeah yeah
Yiyaye hehahay, Ah ah

My heart fakes desire like a wind up car
Eat my cake and like it too
Cause breaking up is hard to do
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby you’re no good
My breaking heart and I agree we were never meant to
You hide behind walls of deceit,
pretend you’re awake when you’re barely alive
I cry, “Baby please, please hear my pleas! Baby please!”
Too smart for our own goods,
we waver endlessly to the beat set before us,
You hide, we glide on angel’s wings
Each day obsessing over beginning, find a new way to start each day
The very thought of you   (fade out)

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

I'm going to be a grandma

Some people have already begun to call me grandma Violet.

I am very excited. Baby's to be born the end of April or perhaps beginning of May.

I bought the proud parents a stroller and this is the poem I put in the card.

Poem For Aliya & Joey



Dear Baby Boy

Baby’s almost here
Your child forever - to hold dear
His birth date close to our hearts
Family and friends celebrate
Watching us gather together in love
He awaits his fate to join our world
Son soon to bask in adoration
Leaving the wombs safe vibrations
After a long sleepy gestation
Finally meets his family of creation


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Deny Death

Who will care when you’re no longer here?
When you’re not around
Who will miss the sound of your voice?
Who will miss the words let loose from your lips?
Will anyone claim to miss my words
Will anyone say, “I didn’t care for her
But her words evoke feelings I didn’t realize were there.”
Will someone care you’re not there?
Who will miss your fair face, blue eyes, and thinning hair?

Who will care when you’re no longer here 
Who remaining behind will tear their hair,
Who will cut their hair to mourn my spirit
Hoping for square deals, praying life is more than bones,
Blood warms, veins running through life’s crosshairs
Submit, omit, in charge none subsist. Ageist cloud co-exists, gray doubt settles near

Who will care when you’re no longer here?
When you die who will care, desolate discontent, wander
Who will care your power exceeds mine

Santa Maria, High Priestess of Soul spoke, “Who will miss you when you’ve not here? …
When I die,” She boasted, “people will mourn my spiritual powers. Unlike you, I have many followers, you see?”
Unimpressed, hurt by words undo and rescue me since birth,
I ponder her claim to followers and my lack of them.
My words require breath of invigorating air recalls escaping words
Follow the words you can’t see, can’t hear song they daren’t breathe?
Dig it! What if they tax the air we breathe, claim it’s ok cause there’s a shortage of breathable air.
What will they think of next?

Do you really care if anyone here remembers your words become … prayers
Do you struggle with each word like a long lost lover you ache for final touch
Do you really care if people plough through, don’t remember nor feel you’re no longer here?
Unhealed by moonlight, like lost stars dissolved, exploded, imploded
Time passes, no one reads your words, remembers you were words …
They don’t recall Santa Maria either. Pretenses abound people worship an empty ideal
Who will remember?
Who will delight in memories revived by a sip of moonlight glow
Memories know, slowly fade … die
Attempts to forget fail, why’s be gone
Why we harbor death while we’re still alive